This little light of mine

Today, it‘s hard for me to concentrate. It’s a day of mourning. Not far away, in Paris,  one of the most beautiful cities in the world, barbarism has again hit innocent people.

It is very difficult to concentrate and to keep believing in our ideal of fraternity, freedom, equality, faith, hope and charity.

With time, I know the great pains disappear, but there are still traces. I hope to quickly find the strength to continue and pursue my quest for light.

I think back of the song of Prince HallThe strength of Georgia through its history remains in my mind:


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